Next, I felt the leather being measured across my rear.
Brenda gave a little grunt and brought the belt down sharply about halfway down my buttocks.
The searing heat was far more acute than I had expected,
I managed to keep quiet and still as Brenda gave me a dozen hard strokes.
As quickly as it started, it was over.
“You can stand up now.” came the next command from Brenda.
The conversation afterward was a bit awkward, and neither of us mentioned the belting I’d just been given.
I thought maybe I’d overstepped the mark and threatened our friendship.
However, as I took my leave after finishing my coffee, Brenda spanked me affectionately on my still-glowing seat and said:
“If you ever need that little bottom whipping again, you come and see Momma, OK?”